Bank of Qinghe River, Yunshan Corner, Baiyun Temple.
The pavilion at the foot of the mountain, where in the past there were only butterflies flying and birds chirping, seemed particularly lively today.
I saw the eight-character plaque with the words "Talk about the past and present, please the eyes and ears", shining brightly in the sun.
There are not many people coming and going in Baiyun Temple on weekdays. The reason why Baiyun Temple can become a gathering place for poetry gatherings must start with the first owner of Baiyun Temple.
Rumor has it that this first temple master was the first number one scholar in Dahui's scientific examination. However, when the ranking was announced in the palace examination, he suddenly woke up and requested an order to withdraw the title of number one scholar and wanted to become a wandering cloud wild crane.
The emperor took pity on his amazing talent and knowledge, and tried to keep him many times but was unable to get what he asked for. Finally, he had to let him go and built a Taoist temple for him, which is today's Baiyun Temple.
After many students learned about this, they went here from time to time to study and inquire. Although the number one Taoist priest had no ambitions for an official career, he had a heart for the world and told everyone who came and came about everything he knew.
Therefore, although it has passed away, the name and use of Baiyun Temple have been passed down. It was under the initiative of subsequent students that the Kyoto Poetry Festival was held every three years.
But this year, there is one more difference from usual.
In previous years, only men participated in the Kyoto Poetry Society, and although there were many talented women, they were all excluded. However, this time, the door of the poetry society was wide open, and both men and women could enter.
When the momentum reached its peak, the Kyoto Poetry Society, which was originally just a game of poems and poems among talented people, became a center of attention.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the young man standing in his stall with a warm smile on his face, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Zhong Qingyun, what are you doing?"
"Sir, do you still remember me?" Zhong Qingyun looked a little surprised when the other party directly called his name, but he quickly smiled and said, "Exactly."
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows calmly.
"Sir, I came here specially to invite you to attend today's Kyoto Poetry Festival." Seeing Zhang Qingjiu's unconcerned look, Zhong Qingyun sneered in his heart, but the smile on his face became more and more warm.
How would today's scene be fun without this person?
Is this an exhaustive plan? What he wants is not just Su Zijin’s personal disgrace, although he doesn’t have much of a reputation either.
But since he dares to go against Zhong Qingyun, he is just an ant, and he must let him know what it means to repent!
"You really want me to go?" Zhang Qingjiu sighed with regret in his tone.
"Yes, this matter is..."
"Okay, let's go take a look together." Zhang Qingjiu patted the hem of his clothes and stood up.
Zhong Qingyun:???
Shouldn't this person be too scared to go?
He had already prepared some words of persuasion, and even planned to "lower" his stature to invite. How could he...
Seeing Zhong Qingyun's expression of eating... in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly smiled and took a step forward, "If I said, I knew you would come to invite me today, so I waited for you specially, would you believe it?"
The suddenly enlarged smiling face in front of him made Zhong Qingyun feel a little dazed for a moment. He subconsciously took a step back and said, "Zhang Xiaoxian is really good at predicting things."
"That's right." Zhang Qingjiu raised his chin, put the flag away with a smile, and turned around to change it to a "Closed Today" flag.
Just kidding, if Zhong Qingyun didn't come to see her today, how could she still be here so early in the morning?
Zhong Qingyun watched her operation for a while, and finally rolled up the flag with the three characters "Zhang Xiaoxian" on it. Before coming, he reminded himself many times that he must not lose his grace in front of this crazy stickman.
, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Zhang Xiaoxian, what are you..." When Zhang Qingjiu got on the carriage with the flag, Zhong Qingyun couldn't help but speak.
"You mean this?" Zhang Qingjiu turned around, waved the flag in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You guys won't let me take care of you, right?"
"Ah, no, you...take it." Zhong Qingyun almost twisted his brows into a Sichuan shape, but seeing the innocent expression on the face of the man in front of him, he could only wave his hands pretending to be generous.
Zhang Qingjiu: Just kidding, wouldn’t it be unforgivable for such a large-scale gathering of fans to attract fans without a brand name and reputation?
Zhong Qingyun: Let you take the lead. The more arrogant you are now, the more embarrassed you will be when your reputation is ruined!
In the Prince's Mansion, a rare guest came today.
Feng Zhi looked at the young man sitting at the lower right of Chu Lan, who was sitting upright and holding tea. He nodded slightly, then saluted Chu Lan and said, "Your Highness, it's almost time. It's time to set off."
Chu Lan nodded, responded softly, stood up and said, "Master Mo, please."
"Your Highness, your Majesty, please!" Being startled by the other party's gesture, Mo Tianxia hurriedly stood up and took a step back, with a look of panic on his face.
It has been three years since he took the imperial examination and became an official. Although he has always admired this prince who is dignified in character and resourceful and as resourceful as the reincarnation of an immortal, he has never had a close relationship with him before.
The day before yesterday, he suddenly received an invitation from the Prince's Mansion, which made him unable to sleep well for two days in a row.
Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince did not have anything to embarrass him, but invited him to go to the Kyoto Poetry Festival together. I thought he was going to see if there were any young talents this year, and he wanted to find someone who was familiar with the way the Poetry Festival was played to go with him.
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Seeing Mo Bianxian being so frightened, Chu Lan raised his eyebrows, took a step forward, and said in a gentle tone, "Master Mo, there is no need to be formal. There is no prince in today's poetry gathering, only Chu Guanchao."
Chu Guanchao? Mo Bianyi was suddenly startled, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. The word "guanchao" was the character of the prince of the dynasty.
Mo waited for a long time before he came back to his senses. Looking at Chu Lan's simple dress in white and brocade clothes in front of him, he understood that the reason why he was like this was probably because he didn't want to reveal his identity.
It's just the name of His Highness the Crown Prince, no matter how you sound or pronounce it...
Taking a deep breath, Mo Yihan lowered his hands and said, "In that case, I will boldly call His Highness...Brother Guanchao."
"It doesn't matter." Chu Lan smiled slightly and patted Mo Bianxian on the shoulder.
Mo Tongxian was first surprised, and then delighted. It turned out that...it turned out that their cold and noble Prince, His Highness, was actually so approachable, amiable, courteous and virtuous?
Feng Zhi, who was following behind, looked at the Zhuangyuan Lang, who had always been cautious and upright when he saw him in the past. He was smiling like a half-year-old child, and couldn't help but sigh quietly in his heart.
Although it is true that His Highness the Crown Prince is courteous and virtuous, Mr. Mo, you must not get it wrong. There is probably only one person in the world who can make His Highness "approachable and approachable".
And... well, you seem to be two years older than the Crown Prince.
On the other side, Chaimen Feiyuan was slowly opened from the inside.
Looking at the rising sun, the man wearing white washed green clothes took a gentle breath, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly towards the distance.